Outside the mine, the ancestor god King’s body was suffused with divine light. It was so resplendent that it reached the heavens. Forty-nine beams of light connected the heavens and earth, suffusing a different luster. It was like a peacock spreading its tail.
“This treasured land is no trifling matter.”
The ancestor god King’s eyes suffused with light. He was the son of a heavenly duke and had inherited the heavenly Duke’s bloodline. This bloodline was of the highest grade. He was a well-known Turin body. Cultivating any divine power, Dao, or dharma was as easy as flipping one’s hand.
He looked at the chaos qi that suffused the mineral vein. The Chaos Qi was no trifling matter. There was Chaos Qi seeping out of the mineral vein, so it was definitely a great treasure ground. This meant that the treasures in the mineral vein were even more astonishing than the chaos qi.
